Apr 06, 2009 19:42
Turn on the light,
ready or not...
I'm not what you wanted,
but I'm what you've got.
Open the door,
roll out the mat,
welcome is welcome,
but you'll take it back.
I'm burdened and bound,
you're running loose.
I feel secure,
so untie this noose.
Gasping for air,
trying to get free...
you say you'll find me...
I say we'll see.